Benedict Cumberbatch stands out with normal skin in so-so semi-horror novel adaptation, The Thing with Feathers.

Timothy Yeung’s Finch & Midland isn’t actually as grim as it seems on the surface.

Russell Crowe is a suitably chilling Hermann Göring in James Vanderbilt’s chillingly timely Nuremberg.

Animated Jesus origin story The King of Kings has a very specific market and not enough creativity to attract anyone else.

Sho Miyake’s quiet, spare, thoughtful Two Seasons, Two Strangers proves he’s one of Japan’s best right now.

Mamoru Hosoda’s ambitious Scarlet doesn’t come close to Hamlet’s depth or storytelling grace.

At least Nobody isn’t just another Journey to the West knock-off.

Under Current is the new breed of Hong Kong crime thriller, meaning zero moral ambiguity.

Die My Love is punishing.

Bi Gan’s Resurrection goes down a very, very, very deep Cannes rabbit hole.

Tam Wai-ching turns a glaring spotlight on our blindspots about people with disabilities and sex in Someone Like Me.

Wicked: For Good may not be the surprising jolt that Wicked was, but it’s got its moments.

If you ever needed proof that comedy was subjective, The First Ride is it.

Kokuho is straight up one of the best of 2025.

The Sun Rises On Us All is such a misnomer.

Shu Qi’s transformation into Artiste is complete, with her debut feature Girl.

Can Bugonia’s Jesse Plemons be a damn movie star now? Please?

Regretting You is precisely what you’d expect from the author of It Ends With Us.

Black Showman is exhausting and exasperating.

It Was Just an Accident director Jafar Panahi will not shut up, and that’s a good thing.